It’s that time of the morning
when widows walk their dogs
avoiding the space at the breakfast table.
When frustrated wives ride horses
down the valley, just for the rub.
The beach is empty and the sea is warm.
I paddle and invent a song.
Sitting on a damp cold rock
I let the wind dry my feet
and I think
life is not so bad
for a woman without
a horse
a dog
a man.
Great stuff
Beautiful
I enjoyed this very much, Ann. xx
darren thomas
Thu 11th Aug 2011 10:32
I went to this year's St. Ives Literary Festival and met some interesting, colourful people. They offered me the chance of reading at the Frug later in the evening but unfortunately I was unable to - hope it goes well!
I'll bring the sugar.
Fab - I'll have a cup of tea waiting for when you get back then
I'm off to St Ives this afternoon, doing some poems at Cafe Frug at the Arts Centre there tonight(quick plug!) I'll leave the key under the mat!x
I always wanted a horse you know. I'll just cadge a backy off one of those women then I think :D
See you in about 6 hours then chuck - just off to catch the train ;D
Of course you can Laura - just don't bring your horse!
Lovely poem Ann - echo all that has been said so far. Felt a deep sense of peace emanating from it. Can I come for me holidays? ;D
Wow, you are all so nice! Thanks! xx
darren thomas
Thu 11th Aug 2011 09:23
I think this is wonderful. It has depth that resonates on every level. :)
Great stuff Ann. I really like this one. x
Great poem Ann would love to join you, on your rock someday.
I really love the way you express the ordinary...
Fabulous ending sentiments!
And the photo is stunning!
Ann, you're churning out some really fine work at the minute. Can I have some of what you're on please? Just for the rub, priceless!
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Wed 10th Aug 2011 18:24
No horse
No dog
No man
Just a poetic mind.
I'd love to hear that song you invented.
You are lucky, and the poem is superb. Your very thoughts seem always poetically turned, as you melt into your environment. Your humour is cutting edge; you are a formidable woman.
I feel so lucky to live where I do. This was my early morning.
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Ray Miller
Thu 11th Aug 2011 16:56
It's a nice poem, Ann. Enjoyed it. I think The Rub would make a nice title.